I have to say, out of all the reasons I could think of for why Demi Moore was in bad enough shape to trigger a 911 call on Monday night, the possibility that she was inhaling whip-its never entered my mind.

I mean ... whip-its. As in those little canisters filled with nitrous oxide that are used to recharge whipped cream cans. As in one of the dumbest, cheapest highs on earth, possibly trumped in sheer brain-killing lameness only by Purple Drank or inhaling gasoline fumes. When I think of people doing whip-its, I think of bored teenagers frantically sucking on latex balloons in order to capitalize off a 10-second buzz—not posh A-listers who CLEARLY could afford better drugs.

As for how this all allegedly went down, details remain unclear. E! News is reporting that Moore was hosting a birthday dinner party for a friend on Monday night, and while things started off normal, a source says Moore was "pretty hyper" for most of the night and was not her normal self, while another source adds she was "acting crazy." Sometime after 10 p.m., when only one friend was left behind, Moore reportedly began to convulse and act "like she was having a seizure." The friend freaked and called 911, and a team of paramedics subsequently rushed Moore to the hospital.

I can't even imagine how difficult it must be to have this all go public, right after the whole Kutcher Cheatapalooza mess. Whether the whip-it story is true or not, it's becoming increasingly obvious that Moore has some major problems to deal with, and I hope she's getting whatever help she needs right now.